My excuses for pushing creative writing to one side are, of course, manifold and yet all amount to the same thing. I've been busy. Busy with second semester of third year university work for the main part, with other bits and bobs on the side. There is a lot to do my friends, and very little time to do it all in.
Having said that, I am fairly on track with everything. My dissertation is due in on 20th April (that will be an excellent blog post if I make it that far), and it's not looking too shabby. I can't judge it in any real academic way, but I can say that I am very emotionally involved with it. That sounds ridiculous I know, but I am. I have been so lucky to be allowed to write about the thing I most wanted to write about, and I am awfully attached to my (close to) 9,000 words. I might write a little more about it later on, perhaps when I have handed it in.
I am off to visit le boyfriend in Bristol tomorrow afternoon. V. much looking forward to it. Will both be doing a fair bit of work as well, but will be glorious to be in lovely lovely Brizzle once again.
Ta ta for now, will see how this pans out!
Currently reading: Three Stories - Alan Bennett (just finished The Common Reader by him too - wonderful! Can't believe it's taken me this long to get around to it).

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